I must have fallen asleep because when I came to, I was lying on green grass that sounded like string instruments. The fields of grass were like an orchestra playing the melodies of heaven and laughter.
I waited for Father to say what was in his mind. The diamond dust glistened in the white light from Father’s presence as he opened his right hand to release a flock of white doves! Thousands of them flew together in perfect harmony with each other.
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Lightning dashed from world to world like a fully charged comet, lighting up the sky—his fiery mane sparked by the wind gushing around us. I held on, slightly nervous because I ride eagles in heaven, not horses. However, I have always wanted to ride a horse at increased speed.
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A breeze rushed by introducing a white horse. He was very white–pure white with lightning sparks coming off his feet as he approached me.
Lucifer took Gabriel, his brother, deep into the caves of a hidden world. A spinning realm of terror and death. As if evil has a physical form. The walls and ceiling were high. A howl of despair filled the air, and the moan of brooding anger echoed deep in the chambers of this cave. Lucifer used light upon his index finger to guide the way into this cave.
“It is the season of the Happy Prophets,” the angel Wonder said, “Can you hear them laughing with the joy of God?” Wonder opened his bright purple wings as he placed his hand on his right ear. “Listen! Listen to them laughing.” Each gold tip feather glowed with the presence of God. I could see blue veins in each feather.
“Come, my sons. Come,” The Morning Star called to his sons, the lesser angels who must learn the music. “Come. Come quickly to the magic. Come quickly.”